I Tongue

Call me from my cave out Draw me out, not with threading Lift me up with thunderous roaring pitch, See how much I'll cause a wonder I am the sword unsheathed among thorns. Beware ye unfearing beings My cut runs deep. Again I call, cast me not away For without me all wonder is not I am the owl calling through the forest of nights. Beware of my taming talons Blunt in a thousand years rust Yet I wound the bones of the most valiant My berth, my cave, the passage of meaty thorny flesh Conjoined to the weakest guts. I have a fleshy beak I peck not on wood, Wits are my gainful prey In the beginning was not me, But in me was the beginning.